“You didn’t mention what you were majoring in, my dear?” the older lady asked her. Salem blinked and replied. “Journalism.” Did the university even have journalism? She couldn’t recall. The lady paled a shade. “Oh, dear.” Salem felt her eyes narrow slightly at the reaction. “What?” “Nothing.” The policewoman shook her head. “Just … A journalism major came to talk to me a few years ago too. He had been an applicant for the awards as well. Scholarship student too. His project had been similar to yours, some kind of survey about the university. It’s just so similar, I got déjà vu.”
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